I gave Jack my phone to take the above video of Dorothy diving into the pool, and he returned it with a million selfies which is exactly like his dad.
(There were bout 24 variations of this pose)
I gave Ben my phone to take a picture of my mom and me after dinner on Friday night, and I found these:
My parents were in town for the AMERICAN GIRL SALE!!!!!
Even though Dorothy has 7 American Girl dolls (4 girls of the year and 3 historical dolls), 2 Bitty Twins, a Bitty Baby, and 3 more girls waiting in boxes in the basement (Molly, Emily, and Samantha), we went ahead and bought Caroline and Addy anyway because they are so cute. And tons and tons of clothes. And a couple of books because we are not Philistines.
I only took one picture, and it was of this guy incongruously ready The New Yorker in the line up tent with a million ladies our ages and their Thirty-One bags:
I didn't know anything about Mary Ellen before I saw a sign on the way in telling me she was sold out, but now, I really want to snag her next year. I know I could order her from the website right now, but that's not the point. I am into the thrill of the hunt. Yes, yes. I did just read that whole paragraph again and realize something's wrong with me. It's OK. I am working through it. By ignoring it, obvs, and continuing to buy AG dolls like a literal crazy person.
In other news.
Dorothy's rec center ballet class started up again and it still delightfully adorable.
I have lost 2 pounds! But I am still my fattest ever! This week, we look forward to dryer repair and fighting about signing the kids up for their fall activities (Harry: fall baseball, football, and hockey; Jack: Cub Scouts, gymnastics, and his reading tutor; Cooper: hockey (he is not a huge fan of classes and is going to 4K 5 mornings a week, which I am sure will be a huge adjustment); Dorothy: ballet/hip-hop, gymnastics, and ice skating). So, look forward to hearing about that.